And in the mornings, with sun's gentle slap
I turn around to the other bed,
To check this girl who slept next to me
Seems she's not here.

Each one flew away from this nest to their own..
Sooner or later every girl in her own place,
In their own ways.
Maybe this is how it is;

All that remains is:
Kutty Kutty moments like whispers in the air!
Ain't the end,
Yet never the same again.